MUPHIN - Smoke Stained lyrics

rate me

It's the nicotine that brings the smokescreen

To my bigger dream, swept into the river stream

An inner beam of addiction

Now it's like I'm contradicting if you took the time to listen

Admitting that this shit just ain't right

But I'm tryna find the light, I smoke a pack a night

I might just get them patches

But right now could you please just pass those matches?

Spastic so I spark it up backwards

A short walk and I'm totally knackered

Another packet, wondering if my lungs will hack it

The fact is this is some sad shit

I got shear talent like Trem but it doesn't help when

My throat twists and bends with a buildup of phlegm

Suspense my projection and when I'm stepping

I get out of breath when I've exceeded my limits

I've cheated myself out of my fitness

Now I'm clouded with this shit

An intense stench that makes the wench wanna hide

I may look alright on the outer but you don't wanna see the inside

Charcoal, ash, black crap and gunk

I just wanna spit out this junk

A real punk in his truest form, the smoke does swarm

So now you've been warned cause I'm smoke stained

I'm smoke stained (so smoke stained)

So smoke stained (yeah I'm smoke stained)

I'm smoke stained (you're so smoke stained)

Just so smoke stained (I'm smoke stained)

I'm smoke stained (so smoke stained)

Yeah I'm smoke stained (smoke stained)

I'm smoke stained (just so smoke stained)

So smoke stained (I'm smoke stained)

This ain't the shit that'll get you mellow

This is the smoke that'll make your fingers yellow

This is the wack shit that makes you feel real shallow

I was "Hello, Mrs. Ciggy"

She was quick to hit me, shifty and quite bitchy

Now it's like I fuck her fifty times in three days

I know there's more than three ways to get away

And now I believe you when you'd say it's a waste of your pay

I lay on my back and think maybe I should've got into the crack

Nah but seriously man I ain't fucking with that

Hope my lungs don't collapse

In fact I've got an aunt with emphysema

That should be inspiration enough to get these lungs cleaner

But you're a dreamer if you think that'll make me stop

Now what I've got to do is chop down the numbers

Maybe a couple a week instead of like a hundred

Or none, that could bring my lungs up to the summit

With nice fresh air, let's hold that moment

And now I've spoke it, I'm choking the smoke back out there

My lungs are out there and I'm smoke stained